The Faded Alibi

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2026-08-20 09:40:51 -

The Faded Alibi

You hold the watch. It is your father’s. The gold is cold. The glass is cracked. You do not look at it. You look at the wall. The wallpaper is peeling. White flakes. Like ash. Like snow. It is 11:00 PM. The rain hammers the roof. A sound like teeth on a tin cup. *Tick. Tick. Tick.* Not the watch. The clock. The digital clock on the nightstand. 11:01. 11:02. You are a colonel. You have worn the...

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